Unrestricted fighting enters the female-oriented genre

He Chengfeng remained in the infirmary until the next morning before emerging.

When he returned to his cell, Liu Jianmin and the others looked at him with eyes full of admiration, and almost knelt down and shouted "Long live the Emperor!"

The reason they were so excited was simply because He Chengfeng was just too wicked.

Since he entered the detention center, he hasn't had a moment of peace.

He beat everyone in the cell until they cried for their parents, but he himself remained unharmed.

He fought with Ye Liangchen, a serious offender in the fourth prison ward, in public, and was only put in solitary confinement for half a day.

He single-handedly took down the three big bosses of the Third Prison District, yet he himself escaped unscathed.

Even worse, he kicked a prison guard in public and not only wasn't punished, but he was also taken to the infirmary for treatment and put in a private room...

What is this?

This guy is a god!

Everyone looked at him with utter admiration, their eyes shining, the meaning of which was self-evident: Big brother, you're awesome, protect me!

He Chengfeng glanced at them, smiled, and remained calm.

"Alright, stop worshipping me. This is nothing. I've told you all before, I'm the protagonist, I have a halo, and ordinary people can't do anything to me."

As soon as he said that, the way the others looked at him changed again, revealing some sympathy.

What a fine young man, it's a pity he's a madman.

"Young Master He, you've worked hard. Would you like to wash up? I'll go get you some water."

Liu Jianmin grinned as he picked up the basin and offered to help He Chengfeng fetch water.

He Chengfeng had been lying in bed all night, and his face was indeed a bit dry, so he simply washed up.

After washing up, Zhao Dayong returned from solitary confinement.

The guy was in a very sorry state, his face was pale, he smelled bad, and his expression was full of dejection.

When others saw his appearance, they couldn't help but sigh and shake their heads, their eyes full of sympathy.

Clearly, everyone knows how terrible solitary confinement is; it's a place where you can't call for help and can be driven crazy even by a normal person.

Fortunately, Zhao Dayong was only detained for two days; if it had been any longer, he probably would have gone crazy.

No one said much to Zhao Dayong; they all stepped aside, gesturing for him to wash up first.

Zhao Dayong nodded gratefully to everyone, then went up to greet He Chengfeng and said hello before going into the bathroom to wash up.

After washing his face, He Chengfeng felt refreshed. He climbed onto his bed, lit a Tashan cigarette, and began to smoke it with relish.

After taking a couple of puffs, he suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but call out to Zhao Dayong, "Zhao Dayong, you're out. Has Ye Liangchen come out too?"

"Yes, Young Master He," Zhao Dayong said as he walked out with a towel, wiping his face. "When I came out just now, I saw Ye Liangchen coming out of the solitary confinement cell next door."

"How is he?" He Chengfeng asked curiously.

According to his calculations, Ye Liangchen was detained for three whole days, and his condition should be even more miserable than Zhao Dayong's.

"Hey, Young Master He, don't even mention it," Zhao Dayong sighed as he changed his clothes. "It's infuriating to compare yourself to others. Ye Liangchen was locked up for a day longer than me, but when he came out, he looked perfectly fine, like he'd just taken a nap. I even wondered if he couldn't poop or pee, or if he could meditate or something..."

He does not mean that.

Upon hearing Zhao Dayong's description, He Chengfeng's eyelids twitched, and he had a feeling that something was wrong. Ye Liangchen seemed to have become even more sinister.

The only possibility that this guy can remain unchanged after being locked in solitary confinement for three days is that he is truly proficient in some kind of meditative skill.

Wouldn't that be counterproductive?

Confining him for three days not only failed to make things difficult for him, but also gave him an opportunity to improve his skills.

Judging from this, this guy really is an invincible male protagonist created based on male-oriented wish-fulfillment novels, growing at a rapid pace, and should not be underestimated at all.

This can't go on.

He Chengfeng frowned deeply, feeling a real sense of threat for no apparent reason.

If Ye Liangchen grows up, his destructive power will be a hundred times more terrifying than Lu Chen's. We must get rid of him as soon as possible.

Even if we can't kill him, we have to find a way to cripple him.

Perfect timing! He just received a mission from the system to perform a heroic act, so why not make Ye Liangchen his first target?

Thinking of this, He Chengfeng said to Zhao Dayong, "Damn it, everyone else is in solitary confinement, so why is this kid all unaffected? Besides, that kid kicked you away, which was completely unreasonable. Brother Dayong, don't you feel any resentment at all?"

He Chengfeng looked at Zhao Dayong, wanting to use the same trick again and have him continue to provoke Ye Liangchen.

However, Zhao Dayong was a coward. He grinned and said, "Well, I... I'm just a worthless person. I deserved to be beaten. What resentment could I possibly have?"

He Chengfeng frowned, his eyes darkening, and looked at him, saying, "No, you harbor resentment."

Zhao Dayong's face was full of bitterness, and he almost knelt down, stammering, "Brother, I really don't have any resentment. I only went because I listened to you..."

"No, you just can't stand that kid Ye Liangchen." He Chengfeng waved his hand to interrupt Zhao Dayong, looking him in the eye with a serious expression. "You harbor a lot of resentment towards Ye Liangchen. I say you do, and you do, don't you think, Brother Dayong?"

As He Chengfeng spoke, he flipped over and jumped down from the upper bunk, standing in front of Zhao Dayong and patting him on the shoulder.

He looked at He Chengfeng with a pained expression and pleaded, "Young Master He, you can't keep taking advantage of everyone. I've already helped you once, could you please choose someone else this time?"

As soon as Zhao Dayong said this, everyone else in the cell trembled. They hurriedly turned around and pretended to be busy, not daring to talk to the two of them, for fear of becoming the next targets.

"No, practice makes perfect. You're the one. I have high hopes for you," He Chengfeng said, patting Zhao Dayong's shoulder and asking him with a sarcastic smile, "Just tell me if you agree or not."

He Chengfeng's words brought a sigh of relief to everyone, and their eyes were filled with sympathy as they looked at Zhao Dayong.

If nothing unexpected happens, Zhao Dayong is probably going to get another beating from Ye Liangchen.

But if he doesn't get beaten by Ye Liangchen, he'll immediately get beaten by He Chengfeng.

If He Chengfeng gets angry, he's much scarier than Ye Liangchen. And since they live in the same cell, he can keep beating you until you have no choice but to submit. Are you scared?

In the end, after careful consideration, Zhao Dayong could only agree with a wry smile.

"Alright, since Young Master He has spoken, I'll continue to cause trouble for Ye Liangchen and have another go at him!"

"That's right, that's more like it!"

He Chengfeng smiled happily, took out a pack of Yuxi cigarettes from his pocket, waved it at Zhao Dayong, and said, "Take care of this matter when we're out for some fresh air later. If you do it well, these cigarettes are yours."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Dayong's eyes lit up.

Cigarettes are a real form of hard currency inside the detention center, even more useful than RMB. If you could actually get a whole pack, it would be worth getting a beating.

"Thank you, Young Master He. You're so generous. Don't worry, I'll definitely handle things perfectly for you!" Zhao Dayong stared at the cigarette pack, rubbing his hands together incessantly, eager to light one up right then and there.

He Chengfeng naturally knew what he was thinking, but instead of giving him the cigarette, he took out an already opened pack of Tashan cigarettes and handed it to him.

"Thank you, Young Master He, you're a living saint!"

Even though it was the cheapest Tashan cigarette, Zhao Dayong still smoked it with gusto, thoroughly enjoying it, and repeatedly thanked He Chengfeng.

After finishing a cigarette, it was time to go outside for some fresh air.

He Chengfeng was the first to step out of the cell, leading his seven henchmen, and swaggered arrogantly toward the center of the field.

Because of yesterday's battle, He Chengfeng successfully made a name for himself throughout the entire prison area. Anyone who saw him would instinctively shrink back and avoid him.

Even the prison guards responsible for watching over them frowned when they saw him, feeling that this guy was somewhat troublesome and difficult to deal with.

The prison guards didn't want to cause any more trouble. They just hoped that He Chengfeng would stop causing trouble. As for the rest, even if he went a little too far, they were willing to turn a blind eye.

The exercise yard of the Third Prison Area is next to that of the Fourth Prison Area, separated by a waist-high fence.

He Chengfeng led the group to the railing and coldly surveyed the personnel in the fourth prison area.

However, after looking around, he couldn't find Ye Liangchen, which made him feel puzzled. His intuition was getting worse, and he felt that Ye Liangchen was about to slip out of his control.